Hi my name is Sara, I am 17 and I have genital herpes. I began reading everyone’s stories and I really haven’t been able to talk to anyone about the pain and suffering you go through with this type of STD so I decided to tell my story.
I was born and raised in a strict apostolic church and wasn’t really exposed to the outside world until I stopped attending at the age of sixteen. I wasn’t as experienced as the rest of the kids my age so I did as much partying and drugs as I could to catch up with them.
I had a few drunken one night stands and started to get a bad reputation so I quit having casual sex. I found myself a boyfriend and we were together for two years.
We broke up about 4 months ago and I started looking for someone to fill that void. I met a guy at a party I attended and we hit it off great. He was a perfect gentleman and never rushed a thing. In fact I had to kiss him first.
We started dating and started an intimate relationship as well. About a month ago I found out he had given me genital herpes.But he had not and to this day does not have any signs or symptoms.
I began having an itching sensation in my groin area. My first initial thought was a yeast infection so I ignored it and went to on with my day. When night came around the itching became extremely intense and it was burning incredibly bad.
I tried lying in bed that night but I was so incredibly uncomfortable and I was crying hysterically from pain. The only position I could bare was sitting slightly slanted backwards so I slept sitting up.
I told my mom to schedule me an appointment to figure out what was wrong. When we went to the clinic they asked me to urinate into a cup for some tests.
When I went to the bathroom I was in so much pain from the burning I vomited and I couldn’t walk without intense pain. When the doctor told me the news I shrunk way down into my chair and began weeping uncontrollably.
I was so mad because I wasn’t supposed to get something as disgusting as this. I was in a healthy, natural, all American, monogamous relationship. Whenever I thought of someone with herpes I thought of someone who had slept around.
I just couldn’t help but feeling like the biggest whore on earth. I was angry because there are prostitutes and whores out there and they are cleaner then a whistle.
I was disgusting, who the hell would want me now, I kept saying to myself. Then people began to talk because a few “close friends” my boyfriend told weren’t such good of friends after all.
That more than anything was one of the worst experiences out of the whole ordeal because they didn’t understand that it wasn’t because I was sleeping with lots of people. People who don’t know are quick to judge and I hated my good name being smeared all over the town.
But things got a little better and I am slowly coping with my disease. I am still with my boyfriend, whom is now my fiancé and life is looking up. Now I just keep telling myself that it is not that big of a deal and that I can go on living. So I try to go on living everyday.
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